Sunday, December 30, 2018

Oracle At The Border

You think because there is no knife
With jewel encrusted handle,
Because there is no stone altar
With strange runes carved in the sides,
That this is not human sacrifice
To the gods of racism and nationalism?
You think because
The water pipes of Flint
Are not an iron image of Molech
With fires stoked within

That the poisoning of that water
Dos not "pass our children thru the fire"?
O blind, deaf nation
Learn to do good
Provide clean water in your cities
And medical care
for the small pilgrims escaping violence
Care for the hungry among you
shut not your hearts or your borders
to those in need of refuge.
Lest the day come
When the voice crying out in Ramah,
Rachel weeping for her children,
Is your own

1 comment:

Maren said...

You put our heartbreak into our own hands!